I Hope You Do Well

<p>Mumbai Its Breathtaking Sky and a Love Story</p><p>Mumbai &mdash; the city that never sleeps yet dreams with eyes wide open. Between its honking horns bustling lanes and waves that kiss Marine Drive relentlessly lives a sky that holds secrets in its changing hues. At dawn it blushes like a shy lover; by twilight it burns gold and purple like a promise waiting to be kept.</p><p>It was under one such sky that their story began.</p><p>She stood near Bandra Fort wind in her hair watching the sea swallow the sun. He noticed her &mdash; not for her beauty but for the way she looked at the sky as if it told her stories. He offered a smile; she returned one that lit something inside him. Days turned to weeks. They met again and again &mdash; under Worli&rsquo;s monsoon clouds near Gateway&rsquo;s glowing twilight on rooftops where the city twinkled below and the stars dared to shine above.</p><p>Mumbai moved fast but their love was slow &mdash; stolen glances in traffic holding hands on overcrowded locals laughing over cutting chai.</p><p>The sky became their language &mdash; the color of their moods the witness to their becoming. In a city of millions the sky carved a little space just for two hearts wildly</p><p>in love.</p>